We were supposed to think of life as beautiful.
We looked at the world with our rose tinted glasses and thought we were the odd ones out.
Everyone else is happy. Its just me who isn't.
Who is, really...
We're not in heaven. We're not supposed to be perfect...
What is real...
Surely not you...
Kick ur feet high and fall through the sky...
Falling
falling
falling
into the nothingness where heaven was supposed to be.
Love is supposed to be real.
Isn't it?
Happiness is a choice.
My choice.
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